In still smell your wires , the wires in the old phone .
Wet you shut her poems , wet glass as traffic lights.
Crossroads at night do not live in apartments , people sleep at night.
Wipers without break drinking and shouting .
Chorus:
Look it above ground , above ground , above ground .
Look at her, she's too bored .
Fly quickly over the ground, above the ground, above the ground.
Fly quickly , fly .
Hi there where the sun city , someone high in them happens.
In the clouds hang out forever in the clouds particles leave .
Land so easily know if someone is waiting for you at home .
Muscles not spazmiruet long . Flight , flying, hear the pilots say .
Someone is looking at two o'clock window . Trembling fingers uncertainly , it is far .
Chorus:
Look it above ground , above ground , above ground .
Look at her, she's too bored .
Fly quickly over the ground, above the ground, above the ground.
Fly quickly , fly .
Look it above ground , above ground , above ground .
Look at her, she's too bored .
Fly quickly over the ground, above the ground, above the ground.
Fly quickly , fly .
